I've bought a whole heaps of shoes in my life. I'm not a shoe-aholic, but I've had shoes for every occasion; the high heels, the fashion boots, sandals, wedges, flats and even garden boots. They all have a use whether fashion or usable.
Recently Mel and I went to the ballet, treating ourselves to dinner beforehand. I pulled out my high heels. They have lived in my wardrobe without use of sometime. My social life being literally non existent, there has been no need for flamboyant dressing.
I slipped into my strappy black heels and did a bit of a practise run. All seemed good on my level floor.
Our ballet seats were upstairs and the chunky wooden steps were a challenge in my gorgeous heels.
The ballet was amazing. At interval the lights came on and people began to move out of their seats to go downstairs. My bladder said, "Here we go, let's go to the toilet."
I replied, "No, not in these heels, just chill and we'll go later!" I won, my bladder waited!
Recently I began doing the big clean out of my room. I stood over my heels. I picked them up handling them affectionately before throwing them in my car. The following day I gave them to the Salvos.
I'm over sixty and at risk of 'old people falls risk.' I know a heap of people in their sixties who have had bad falls. I don't wish to be one of them.
